Lavendar renderings of rare delight,
milked by my cravings for beauty's insight.
Lodged into pockets designed by pure bounty,
I can only surrender, not much else to render.
This thing's fluttering my senses like dew
rinsing and rushing my memories too.
Lost in its spell, and feeling like glue
I'm hopelessly stuck, and loving it's hue.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspirational by Kelli Marie.
2300 points, ended May 15, 2008, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I know if I was blessed to walk among those wonderful colors, I would be stuck in the hue too. Very well written. Thank you for sharing in the contest.
Kelli -
just had a look at the field picture there with all the colour, a good interpretation here with your poem.
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I wrote this in a bout a minute, hahaha so I went back and redid a word or two, I am the speed queen when it comes to
writing poems to my detrimentlol are you better?
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